canaries

I've been looking gift horses in the mouth since I was seventeen
forget god
die in the street pissing
defacing the sky
fickle
and following you
into a mine
stalemates and stale air
I am my own canary
eating breadcrumbs
out of assholes
licking it
like I love it
circling the drain
over and over
reforming Saturn’s rings
a satellite untended
wondering
what we'll be
when we are no longer
visible
in the sky
tear me open
stuffed with stars
or just the airplanes
twinkling over Burbank
sitting in the middle seat
fingers crossed in Spirit

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